♦Gurur Ve Önyargi♦

Chapter-17

SANEM

I ache to be torn...I beg to be sliced...I desire to be burnt alive...

Tightly clenching my jaws I stay quiet as I am too determined to even let out a single moan when my insides whimper in an uncertain craving as he digs his teeth in the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

Bloody hell! This bastard knows what I feel when his monsters stir him to lick my tingling derm with the gliding tip of his gentle tongue. I close my eyes trying to consume his expertise when at last relief washes me over as I realise the lacey elastic pressed against its destination.

The crowd is squealing in delight if only they know how splendid the source of their pleasure worked between my legs and it is working on still because when he slips out his head from under my skirt I sense him inhaling deeply while his rough beard tantalizes my nerves each moment it scratches my skin.

Eventually, I open my eyes when his darkening stare excites me further but before we could carry on that eye assault, drowning into each other's hungry orbs a heavy blow breaks our meditation as I get startled to watch him falling over the stage, tightly clasping his jaw.

"YOU ASSHOLE!"

The swoon mode of my spirit turns into nothingness as apprehension gulps me down when I lift my head and notice it's none but Onur who is cursing so freely with an indignant beastliness.

"Onur! What are you doing?" Osman and Deren walk forward. "What the hell is going on?" Leila and Emre too but I, on the other hand, fail to utter anything for being thoroughly stunned.

"I told you to stay away from him. Didn't I?" Ignoring everyone's condemns he looks at me with fire in his eyes but before I can reply anything I hear a chuckle. A mocking chuckle.

"Do you wish to die, man? Such an auspicious day it is. Come on, let me give you a ride to the death." The irony is that all those absurd remarks escape out of the mouth of that heavily punched man who gets up rapidly, rubbing his hurt jaw with some sexy stroke!

He is nuts, I am telling you. Otherwise, no man sane in the head can be able to defy in this stupid way.

"You bastard! Are you still talking? Wait, you are in want of a good many classes." Then fisting, he tries to smash the face of his opponent but He evades him masterfully and instead shoves a direct punch in the face of His defier.

"Owww!" Onur groans holding his nose and my eyes become wide to notice he is bleeding literally.

"Abi, you shouldn't have done this to him." His brother scolds him and in return, he just shrugs and when everyone's attention lays over the wounded one, that notorious man winks at me mischievously.

"Maniac!" Mouthing at him I get up as the dark magic he had performed on me has finally been removed and subsequently, he gives me a battered look as I become anxious to examine his rival.

"Onur, remove your hand and let me see."

"Sanem, forget about me. I am telling you if I see him again near to you, I'll kill him for sure."

"First, Save your ass, idiot." He mocks with no speck of guilt as he acts like a monkey by mimicking the tone of an insolent tot, "Aren't your nosy is bleeding, baby? Look, look, I think the nanny is coming with a nappy in her hand to nurse this baby boy! Have you forgotten to wear your things? Tsk tsk. Bad boy, You deserve the worst. What if Nanny twists your ear this time?"

A burst of laughter erupts out across the guest's side, threatening my eardrums when I hear Onur crying out the worst kinda slang that I don't remember encountering before in my life.

"ONUR!" I scorn him smacking his arm whereas my indignation reaches the sky when I watch the maniac Divit is laughing out like a drunk, clasping his stomach.

"Oh, my God, Mr Emre, I think sir has gone out of his wit."

"I think that too, Ms Leila. But we should lay our focus on something else. Osman-"

"Yes, Mr Emre-"

"He is bleeding severely. I don't think we should take the risk."

"You are right. I fear the bone is alright."

"Sorry, man. It's your day and because of my dumb brother, I won't let it be ruined. Leila, would you please help me to take him to the hospital?"

"Yes, of course."

"No, I won't go anywhere leaving my Sanem."

Out of nowhere, Onur snatches my hand smearing it with bloodstains

"Oh, Onur, I am not going anywhere else. I'll be with you. I promise."

"Really!" That absurd critter stops laughing and with an evil glint in his countenance walks towards me. Then snatching my other hand he demands, "What about our dance? Aren't we supposed to perform next just after the bride and groom finish theirs?"

"Are you mad?" Speaking out haughtily I take out my wrist when Onur growls, "Bastard, leave her alone. She is my girlfriend."

"I don't care." He grounds out, ardently looking at me. "Come with me. I want to dance. We need some rehearsal."

"Abi..."

"Mr Divit..."

"Sir..."

"NO! I WON'T LISTEN TO ANY OF YOU." His angry roar quietens the room. Even Onur stops moaning when he claims me again with a jerk, decreeing, "tonight you are mine. Am I understood?"

"NO. YOU ARE NOT!" Breathing out exasperatedly I pull out my hand again and pushing him off  I proclaim, "And if you try to force me anymore, I would slap you right here in your face giving a fig to the audience before. And that will make you understand what I mean when you utterly writhe in such severity of the insult. Tell me, do you agree, Mr Can Divit?" Ignoring the change in his colour and shift in the tone of his eyes I voice out next, "Now, I hope you have certainly been taught something solid and wish you would remember this incident too especially the consequences of your heedless madness before you could even think of possessing someone clear and independent in her mind."

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